Too much change
Is bad for your heart
Weighs heavy in your thin places
Like locking your throat
While the bags under your eyes
Pull their draw strings shut to keep all that trash in
No one wants to know what your ***** laundry smells like
Not even you
And so much this feels like stepping into yesterday
Wearing brand new shoes
Where no matter what
The only thing I could have done differently is walk away
You give yourself lists
Of I can leave after
I fix the car
And throw away all our old stuff
After mom comes home sober but still broken
There will always be something or someone
You forgot to fix
But you will walk away from this
It will feel like heaven
Leaving all the dirt behind
Only heaven is more or less a line of people
Wondering if they turned their stoves off or not
Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 5:52 AM UTC
Too much change
Is bad for your heart
Weighs heavy in your thin places
Like locking your throat
While the bags under your eyes
Pull their draw strings shut to keep all that trash in
No one wants to know what your ***** laundry smells like
Not even you
And so much this feels like stepping into yesterday
Wearing brand new shoes
Where no matter what
The only thing I could have done differently is walk away
You give yourself lists
Of I can leave after
I fix the car
And throw away all our old stuff
After mom comes home sober but still broken
There will always be something or someone
You forgot to fix
But you will walk away from this
It will feel like heaven
Leaving all the dirt behind
Only heaven is more or less a line of people
Wondering if they turned their stoves off or not
I never draft or even edit really my poems. Mostly what comes out of me gets posted the second I am done. I don't feel this is finished though. There are words that are hanging heavy on my heart, and I am currently speechless.
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